Preety Darkness - Poem by sandra geisell
Red lips smeared across her face
Bruised and swollen all over
Tears running down her face
Escape! Escape! Escape!
Her life is flashing by her like a old movie
Will this torture ever end... Is this the end?
Where is the necklace? It fell into the bushes
Run! Run! Run! It's time to escape this torture and
Run free from all this pain...
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